Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.